Orb's Year 901
"Wait! One more round!" Brand begged. They'd been playing red-hands for the chore of clean-up. Aidan laughed and held his hands out for one more round that he knew he'd win.
Once Brand lost, once again, he grumbled and stomped off to collect the dirty mugs littering the floor. Aidan couldn't help but smother a grin. What a chip off the old block!
They had done well by themselves, Aidan thought, despite the rough start. When he was 16, he'd been rushed into a marriage with a very pregnant shop-daughter that he'd had a romp with in the hay one drunken night. Brand had been born not long after. Unfortunately, his young wife hadn't made it through the delivery and he'd raised Brand on his own from that day on.
Orb's Year 902
Orb's Year 903
Ah, so that was the way of it, then, Aidan chuckled to himself. His little boy was becoming a man, it seemed! Perhaps he would need to have a talk with Braden to make sure he didn't wind up a father at 16. Like me, Aidan thought pensively.
Maybe if he played his cards right she'd let him get a little further...
Orb's Year 904
Now that business was booming, Aidan found himself needing help around the pub. There were always discarded glasses & plates collecting mold laying around that upset some of his hoity-toity customers. He'd like to tell them all to just go wash the damn dishes themselves, but the gold they put in his pocket was worth biting his tongue. He'd asked Carrie Baker to come help him keep the place neat for a few silver pieces a week.
She leaned against his shoulder and giggled.
Taking a bow and waving to the room, he said, "Drinks on the house! Brand's keeping shop!" Then he grabbed up Carrie and swept through to their family home.